'I was blessed indeed... These Urgals are huge, the ones I consumed must have been young.' The Nameless child allowed his eyes to roam over the countless Urgals walking peacefully about their day, none seeming angry or agressive. They seemed peaceful, quiet and content... and almost all of them were nearly a foot larger then the Urgals he had slain. Their bodies bulkier, considerably more muscular, even the women. 'They were young, very young... sigh... thank you again, Urgals, for the gift of your lives.'
Fear, familiar fear, started to sink in as his eyes turned towards a mass of heat. Like miniature suns, they walked in from an unseen part of the village. Waves of heat washed of them in a ray of reds and yellows and whites, overtaking the blue and cold landscape. He did not have a word for them in his broken memories, only a nameless fear that defied words.
'Those... I would be ripped apart easily at their hands.' His eyes turned skyward just as they finally appeared in full form, out of Mist thickened by the cold. 'I would be ripped apart by those horns...' Shivering, the Nameless boy pulled himself away from the cliff edge, stepping back until his entire back was snug against the rock. 'I need more clothes, and only a child's clothes would fit me comfortably but I cannot see any of those parents not ripping me apart. Urgals and humans hate each other that much I can remember.'
Sighing, He shivered as a frigid wind washed over him. 'How they managed to build such a large settlement is beyond me? It is hidden snugly in this cliffside, without my heat sight, I would be entirely unable notice them... and without my strength I could never have crossed those gaps.'
His eyes turned to the very gaps he had just thought about, massive cliffs jutting out of the mountain side separated by dozens of feet. No mere human could scale such gap, more proof that he himself was not human. It wasn't easy for him, his loose fitting boots made it a terrifying landing, but he had managed to scale the rock and land directly above the Urgal village, where the rich sent of thick meaty stew, sweating men and of course delicious blood rose upwards. It was alluring and strong, the scent of civilization, the promise of potential peace and comfort. He had almost tossed himself down the mountain, eager to feed and sleep comfortably after three days of difficult travel.
'I will have to wait until night fall... and hope their guard is light... '
Gazing skyward, the Nameless boy watched as the Sun descended towards the distant mountains, behind what seemed to be a veil of trees that filled the small valley around the village before him. From his perch he could see birds and squirrels, tiny movements that became intensely clear for the briefest of moments. It hurt when that happened, a burning shot through his eyes each time and yet he could not stop it or force it to begin. Like with the Heat he saw, this happened without thought.
Within the forest, due to the drawing nature of his vision he was able to trace to paths of various Urgals throughout the woods. It was a strange thing, he could not see the Urgals but knew without doubt that they were there. He could see their heat and the path of disturbances left by their mere presence.
'They called me a demon, a beast born of magic... if that is what I am, what sired me? What has the power to create such a beast as I? I know that my proweress are not that of a human but how do I know that if my memories are gone? How do I know everything... ' Frustrated and annoyed, he curled more into himself and turned his attentions back to the sky. 'Nighttime will be here in a few hours... I should get sleep before then... and hope I am not found before then.'
Slowly, the scent of food and blood lulled the Nameless boy into a light, bare sleep.
...
"You still live... impressive."
A voice, cold and familiar, echoed in the voids of dreams. The Nameless child drifted along this voice, something wrapped around his from in sticky, unyielding layer. All he could do was float and attempt to squirm to freedom.
"Yes, struggle, it delights me... prove your worth, child. Prove your blood. Too much time was wasted to give you purpose, you are not allowed to disappoint me yet. Not until I have seen all that you are capable of."
Desperate and terrified, the Nameless boy screamed out. "Who are we?" The word we was not was he intended, but as the word echoed across the veil of sleep, he knew it was exactly what he needed to say.
The Voice laughed. "You are whatever I need you to be... my sweet, sweet Yomir."
Laughter and pain exploded as he tried to fight the power of the name that claimed him, yanking him out of the void and back into the land of the waking.
"GAh...hheh…" Shivering, the Nameless boy held his hands out, desperately flexing his fingers and toes, each to be free from the cloying, terrifiying void. "I am fine... it wasn't real... it... Yomir… that... my name... Yomir… that... sounds right... I am Yomir…"
The words wrapped around him, with a power he could not explain and with them a happy weight came to him. He felt more solid, more real, less like a specter or demon and more like a living being. It was strange, powerful and encouracing… but also, like all good things, it came with a trapping he could not explain. A loss of freedom, a defining that was not his to make.
'What was that man...' Shivering in terror and the desire to eat and of course, the bitter cold, Yomir rose from his perch. 'Time to feed.'
Stepping to the edge of the cliff, Yomir bent and tied his laces as tightly as he could, having no desire to slip and fall to his death. As he straightened his back, he allowed his knees to bend into a firm stance and felt power flood through his calves. He allowed his gaze to land on a large tree, one more then half of the cliff side beneath him. A Branch, wider then he was thick, stripped of it's needles. Somehow he knew he would and could make the landing.
With a simple push, he flew through the air, the cold sting shook all traces of sleep from his frigid limbs. Like he assumed, the branch was reached, though perhaps due to inexperience and poor planning, he over shot the branch by a good few feet.
"NO!" The scream was strangled by the pine needles smacking into his face as he struggled and grasped for anything to slow his fall, hopefully enough so that he was no heard. "COme one." With a screech and snap, the only branch he managed to grasp cracked under his weight and sent him tumbling towards the ground. However, the many branches and needles he smacked into seemed to slow down his fall just enough so that the cold ground did not break his body... too much.
He rolled away from the tree, gasping for breath that just wouldn't come, fighting black spot that danced across his vision. "Agrhh… I... ow..." He was not sure how long he lay on the ground, but eventually he managed to rise and stumble towards the tree he fell through. He could trace a painful path of damage bark, where his body ( Mostly his back) had carved it's way down.
Blood, hot and cold all at once, dripped down his back as he moved, exhausted, towards the village. With the Heat Sight, Yomir saw no change in movements. The Village was dormant, save for a handful of guards that did not seem to notice him or the sounds he had made. For that he thanked the gods, whichever gods would listen.
Shaking in the cold, losing blood, he realized that he had to act quickly and feed less he bleed out.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
Not long chapters I know but I am trying to get in the spirit of the style. It is different from my typical style and format.
I love Yomir though he is a lot of fun!
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.